Cicerone is a hunter, tracking an elusive prey. What he wants to capture is:
Not the thing, but the shadow of the thing,
Not the thing, but the reflection of the thing,
Not the thing, but the echo of the thing.
He is searching for displacements, distortions, filtered representations, decontextualisations. He attempts to record a change of velocity in time, or a change of velocity in space. Maybe they are the same thing. He is riding on a jet stream, buffeted by western boundary currents, a turbulent cruise through the stratosphere.
He is looking for the appearance of the thing, not the thing itself. What is an appearance may be true or fictitious. He finds a formulation that says that the Apparent is True plus Fictitious: A = T+F. It seems to make sense, when most things have stopped making sense.
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